Have you ever noticed that when you leave home, nothing is quite the same? I don't mean leave home as in go to the shop, or move away to college. I mean when you have to move away from the one place where the people you love are, from the only place you've ever felt comfortable or at peace.
That's how I felt when, nine years ago, my parents told me we were leaving Beacon Hills. I was eight at the time, and the only other real sadness I'd felt was when my bunny had died. But when Flops died, my parents bought me a puppy, so I got over it pretty quick. The same cannot be said for when I left Beacon Hills. I had not felt heartbreak like it, nor have I since. My best friends, the three people I could tell absolutely anything to with no fear of ridicule or shame were taken away from me. The home I had grown up in was being left behind with all the memories my family, friends and I had made there. Flops' grave would belong to another family, one that had no emotional tie to the dead rabbit. Sometimes I thought my parents got the Border collie to try to apologise for the move, try to sweeten my siblings and I. They were the type to do it, so it made sense in my eight-year-old mind, even if nothing else about the move did.
However, none of that is important now.
It's not important because, finally, after nine long years of heartache and a constant nagging of misery in the back of my mind, I get to go home.
A/N: So I've noticed that in these first few chapters, there's all of no hint of an on-going plot or anything. But there is, I promise! In the chapter I'm currently writing, so... It'll be the fourth chapter, we get a bit of an insight into the Meyers family and why they came back to Beacon Hills. So if y'all would just stick with me for a couple more chapters, things will definitely get more interesting. Just give Annabelle a chance, and she may just surprise you!
Thanks for reading!